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MUSIC | 1970. The Beatles were done. For some, that meant God was dead and the topsy-turvy world would no longer exist in the same beautiful capacity. I wasn’t alive then. But somewhere along the way, I stumbled into the Beatles’ solo careers and discovered RAM.

Two local artists ponder election-year discourse, and beat each other up in the process

By Leah Sottile

A bald-headed man in white coveralls stands in the center of a white room. Another man âeuro;” also in coveralls, also bald âeuro;” walks up to the first. Carefully, calculatedly, he raises the weapon in his hand âeuro;” a foam boffer of sorts âeuro;” and smacks the first man across the belly.